I Would Write Of The Universal, Not

No Matter How Vital Experience Might Be While You Lived It, No Sooner Was It Ended And Dead Than It Became As Lifeless As The Piles Of Dry Dust In A School History Book.

Energy Had Fastened Upon Her Like A Disease.

. . . Every Tree Near Our House Had A Name Of Its Own And A Special Identity. This Was The Beginning Of My Love For Natural Things, For Earth And Sky, For Roads And Fields And Woods, For Trees And Grass And Flowers; A Love Which Has Been Second Only To My Sense Of Enduring Kinship With Birds And Animals, And All Inarticulate Creatures.

I Was Always A Feminist, For I Liked Intellectual Revolt As Much As I Disliked Physical Violence. On The Whole, I Think Women Havelost Something Precious, But Have Gained, Immeasurably, By The Passing Of The Old Order.

Youth Is Always An Enemy To The Old.